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growth

New life sprouts from your singed skin, you

look as though you might fall any moment, or live for a thousand years.

while others stand tall and straight in line,

reaching for the sky, you twist and turn

unpredictably;

where will you branch out too next, where will you go

one cant know.

at least you are you, at least you are new,

I see you there delineated as me, the twisted tree;

firmly planted but forever free…

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